New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1887-07-02
YALE MEN WIN THE RACE.
HARVARD BEATEN SIX BOAT LENGTHS. z
BOTH CREWS ROWING WITH SKILL AND PRECISION
THE WINNERS HAVE THE BETTER COURSE ON
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| NEw-LoNDoN, July 1.-The unexpected happened
again to-day. The Harvard eight. the victors over
Columbia by the fastest time ever made on the
Thames course Jagged wearily behind the disciples
of " Bob" Cook and went over the finish line five
lengths behind the Yale SHE'LL For the first mile 1t
was bitter struggle for the lead. First one aud
then the other shell fought its way to the front.
| When the mie-fag futtered over Coxswain Thomp-
sons head and then faded in the gathering dusk
behind this tOwheaded little coxswan Of the Yale
eight, his men were working easily with boat.
lengths lead. The Yale stroke never Jagged after
tins and their shell gained more and more on the
pride Of Harvards navy TILL amid the screeching
of whistles, the Changing of bells, the bang bang
| ing OF the entire yachtirz armament aud
the frantic cheers of Yales thousand sons it went
over the finish in 1856 with Harvard 141a seconds
behind. Gill. who pulled No. in the Yale boat,
fell exhausted as the order to stop rowing was
given. The Harvard men were seemingly as fresh
as at the start Their stroke was from the start
scientifically perfect and lifeless
| To-day New-LondOn was at its best BY noon
the tide of transient visitors set strongly into the
little seaport town. Its streets and stores were
bright with the rival coors All its lanes and by
ways were dotted with maideus in blue or crimson,
and college boys in blazers" The girls were
everywhere and for the majority largely jolly girls,
surrounded by bronzed young oarsmen, sitting In
shady hooks. singing to the twang Of the guitar
and the oveimastering bass Of a masculine chorus
Fol do rol de rol dc RI do IRA,
Co-lu.mb-La;
Or words rs deeply freighted with the poetry of
love and song in honor of Yale Harvard; dream
ing girls, swinging idly in hammocks on the shady
porches Of quiet New London HON, ads wrapped
up in the tale Of what the Fellows up at Cam
! bridge" have been doing as 1t is related by the
youthful Ulysses in white flannel suit and shoes
that know not blackng. Down the vista OF noble
elms that arch over the quiet streets, GRIM
son parasol bobs sereney along. while the curly
heads beueath Its shade come wonderfully near to-
gether in the supposed desire to profit by its pro-
lection. In the busy streets where the tide flows
always upward from the wharves and the wonder
full new railroad station that is the pride and glory
OF the New-London heart. the deep blue of
Yalesnian devotees, worked up in every
form OF sash and ribbon. knots and bows
and streamers heavy four-in-hand drags bearing
Yale men and their classmates sisters rattle
the paving stones, or wander down the dusty roads
to the cottage city by tho harbor mouth, the eight
pairs OF hoofs kicking up such cloud Of dust that
the tiara tara" sticks in the guards throat or
rasps the whole length of his four-foot horn when
he does get II out. Dog carts. with crimson rbbons
on whip and harness and crimson rosettes in the
button holes of the melancholy fiunkey who sits
behind, bring the fair inmates Of the cottages to
brighten with their beauty and color the throng of
tins boat-racing Derby. Mingling with these are
staid English turn-outs with clankng harnesses
and high-perched coachmen, loaded down to the
guards with the roicking crew that York has
brought up from college" All of the quaint.
little cottages or the big summer houses
along the shore. whether of the Colonial style Of
architecture or of the Queen Anne style. Of the
bnndbox style, or of tho middle-over-into-no-pa
tcular style that occasionally crops out In this re-
modelled town, are filled with guests who were
classmates of somebody dear to the inmates OF these
summer homes.
All day long the big, full-sailed yachts come
foaming past the whitewashed lighthouse th&t
guards tho harbor and sailing UP to the finish line
rounded TO with proud sweep and spltetul little
bang from their brass cannon, their white canvas
flaming in the strong western breeze, chain cables
aud sailing tackle rafting as they come TO anchor
in their chosen berths Steam yachts were
everywhere with their cargoes OF divin-
ties In crimson or in blue. Everything
that foated showed its coors, even to the
old barque that swung to her rusty anchor down
below the tort, with the crimson fntteriDg at her
peak. Up the river all was quiet through the day.
The broad blue banner with Its futtering legend
yale" in white letters. waved over the big square
house nj Gales Ferry that has sheltered the Yale
crew. but no wcarcr of blue striped - blazers" and
white flannel ventures out into the one street.
IL was hot. The smooth river sparkled in tho
uncionded rays of the June sun and the Yale cham
pions stayed In the shade and mopped their manly
Lrows. A mile further down the river. where Har-
wards red aud yellow cottage stands on q bluH
between n battery Of icehouses and a private
graveyard. tho Cambridge oaromen were calmly
pitching auoits and wondering whether they could
rcneat their marvellous record OF Monday. Each
muscular oarsman stayed In the shade ana saved
his strength for the mighty struggle that was TO
come oil in the cool Of the early evening. High
water did not occur till o'clock, so the race was
TO be twilight one.
II was $50 D. nj. before the steamers left their
vbarycs The Block Island came down from Nor
vich. with every square foot of her three decks
occupied The Elm City brought mass OF Yale
svmpathizers from New Haven and the big City of
New-York filled her long saloon deck with New
London spectators. A special train of eighteen
c,rs came nm from Ne Haven, a blue flag futter-
ING from every window The striking contrast
IN the life and hustle of the lower end
Of the course was the quiet river at the
starting point The college launches. the huge
tug America; the press boat Manhanset loaded
with correspondents; the tug Burnside, swatHed
in crimson by her char tered party of Harvard men,
and the steam yacht Norma, gay with parti-colored
bunting foated idly up stream, waiting Tor the
start. The long train Of twenty-five observation
cars stood quietly by the river side. its occupants
closely watching tho boat-houses across the river
Kfew minutes after o'clock the Harvard crew
walked out on the hoat with their boat on their
shoulders. A minute more and they were on the
wsy. their crimson shlrted backs swinging IN per-
fac The siqht reused the Harvard men and their
cheers came across the water and then like an echo
from the Ledyard hills came the sharp, yeping
cheer of Yale, as the boys in blue also swung
ont into the river The sun sank penind
the low western hills and the dark blue Of the Yale